Saturday, 7 September 2013
CLIMB DOWN OFF THAT LEDGE! I'm back! And I plan on being back a lot going forward. Not gone and then back again, back. Just back back. Back for good back. So, yes. You can all rest easy.
Life's changed quite a bit in the past month. I finally moved out. I left Stylist to go freelance. I grew some cojones. I even cleaned a bathroom. (My own, should you care).
I also, whilst in the process of packing up what seemed like a small country, (or at the very least the equivalent of 3-4 Zaras), realised that I have quite the denim addiction. Interesting, since I didn't even like jeans all that much growing up, preferring diabolical Moschino tracksuit-bottoms or badly-fitting, bumster-effect black trousers from Pilot. And not in the good McQueen kind of way. More like the low-slung enough to proudly display a crystallised thong and a strong sense of indecency kind of way. Denim, by comparison, seems like a strangely sensible place to have ended up. But nonetheless, here I am, with no fewer than twenty-two pairs of jeans in my possession, a total convert. More than that; utterly, hopelessly dependent.
The indigo numbers in the above picture are probably the hardest-working ones in my wardrobe. They hail from edgy New York brand Siwy who do the best collection of skinnies - hugging in all the right places and ending at exactly the right place on your ankle, flashing just a little bit. Miles better than flashing a thong, any day. They're getting a bit sad and old, though, and should probably be retired to the big wardrobe in the sky. These ones from K&Co are an amazing alternative I've found, and since I live in my jeans they tick the essential box of being super-comfy to wear all day long. I'm also slightly obsessed with these patchworked babies and will most probably be getting my Liz Hurley on in these white spray-ons as well.
New job, new flat, new life. Same old shopping habit, though. Some things never change.